A week had passed since the birthday storm had settled into a warm golden glow. Bangalore was treating them with soft rain and a cool breeze, but inside the apartment, the air was always thick with a different kind of heat.

Aman had delayed their return to Mumbai. He claimed it was because of "logistics," but Amyra knew the truth. He wanted her all to himself in this small sanctuary before they returned to the high walls and prying eyes of the Raichand empire. He was addicted to this domestic life ...waking up to her scent, making breakfast with his son, and spending his afternoons staring at his wife.